I have been running and writing all winter.  Running and writing,  But not blogging.

I have finished the tale of Rumya, the eternal loving nymph of Dreamland.  And so I am finished with Dreamland.  The book is closed.

What was my thing with Dreamland, running in Dreamland, writing in Dreamland, dreaming of cavorting in Dreamland, you may ask?

Denying Death with every step.   Being the essence of Life and denying Death.

But I have finished my leg of that baton race.

Who will now take the baton from me? 

Take it smoothly like an arrow slipping off a Zen master's bow.